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by Eric Clapton
She's something special, I can't explain it,
But when she's near me, I can't contain it.
And just one look at her face is good enough for me.
No way of knowing which way I'm going,
But I can't stop it, it keeps on growing.
And just one look at her face is good enough for me.
She ain't too pretty, she ain't too tall,
In fact she ain't too much of anything at all.
I don't care what the people say,
They're going to find out some sweet day.
She is precious, she is charming,
She is so innocent it's really disarming.
And just one look at her face is good enough for me.
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Is good enough for me,
Is good enough for me.
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by Troy Seals and Eddie Setser
The dogs are howling at the midnight moon.
I'm on my way to where the black rose blooms.
The mountain's high, the night is cold.
I feel the sunshine; a black rose grows.
Together again, we're as common as sin, they say,
We just walk around the stones they throw.
Night after night, we steal away to where
Love don't see no colors in the shadows,
Love don't see no colors in the shadows.
Wind in the willows, wild and warm,
Just like the woman lying here in my arms.
The water's deep, cold and still.
I love the feeling that black rose gives.
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Love don't see no colors in the shadows.
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(by McKinley Morganfield)
When the sun rose this morning, I didn't have my baby by my side.
When the sun rose this morning, I didn't have my baby by my side.
I don't know where she was, I know she's out with some another guy.
Don't the house look lonesome sittin' down behind the trees?
Don't the house look lonesome sittin' down behind the trees?
But don't your house look lonesome when your baby's packed to leave.
Blow wind, blow wind, blow my baby back to me.
Blow wind, blow wind, blow my baby back to me.
Well you know if I don't soon find her, I'm gonna be in misery.
Goodbye baby, that is all I have left to say.
Goodbye baby, that is all I have left to say.
You have lost your good thing, go ahead and have your own way.
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by Eric Clapton
Why can't it stay like this forever?
Why does it always have to change?
Everytime you think you've paid the price,
Seems you've always got to pay it twice.
Everytime you think you're near the end,
You turn around and find another ticket.
Oh my love, time is running out.
Oh my love, time is running out.
Why must we wait until tomorrow,
When we already know the score?
Everytime you think you've paid the price,
Seems you've always got to pay it twice.
Everytime you think you've got it made,
Seems you're only lying in the shade.
Everytime you think you've run the course,
Seems you've got to ride another horse.
Everytime you think you're near the end,
You turn around and find another ticket.
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by Eric Clapton
You've been told, so maybe it's time that you learned.
You've been sold, maybe it's time that you earned.
I can't stand it.
You're fooling around, I can't stand it.
You're running around, I can't stand it.
You're fooling around with my heart.
I'll explain; I feel like I'm being used.
Make it plain, so you don't get confused.
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It's time, time for me to let you know.
Ain't no crime, no crime to let your feelings show.
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by Eric Clapton
Sixteen days in Bethlehem, peddling dope and drinking wine.
Pulling women, making gigs, steering clear and doing fine.
I moved on down to Galilee, trying to find a few new friends.
I'm throwing aces everywhere, trying to forget the end.
Hold me Lord, hold me Lord,
Hold me tight, I'm slipping through.
Hold me Lord, hold me Lord,
Hold me tight, I beg of you.
I'm cruising through Jerusalem, dust is flying everywhere.
I'm dodging bullets, making time, on the level, in the square.
They say you kissed your best friend's hand, they say you did it for his love.
They say you got in agony, the hand fits well into the glove.
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(by Sleepy John Estes)
Well I never will forget that floating bridge.
Lord I never will forget that floating bridge.
Lord I never will forget that floating bridge.
They tell me five minutes time underwater I was hid.
I was going down and I throwed up my hands.
As I was going down I throwed up my hands.
As I was going down I throwed up my hands,
Saying, "Please Lord, take me on dry land."
Well they carried me in the house and they laid me 'cross the bed.
Well they carried me in the house, they laid me 'cross the bed.
Well they carried me in the house, they laid me 'cross the bed.
I couldn't hear nothing but muddy water running 'round my head.
Oh my mother often told me, "Quit playing a bum."
My mother always told me, "Quit playing a bum."
Lord, my mother always told me, "Son, quit playing a bum.
Go out somewhere and make a crumb."
All the people on the bridge was screaming and crying.
Well all the people on the bridge was screaming and crying.
All the people on the bridge stood screaming and crying,
Saying, "Lord have mercy, wher's we g'wine?"
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by Eric Clapton and Gary Brooker
Catch me if you can; I won't be easy to find.
I got a woman at home that's driving me out of my mind.
Catch me if you can; it won't be easy to do.
And I'm warning you brother I won't be leaving no clues.
Catch me if you can; I won't be leaving no scent.
I've been running the wrong way, I think it's time that I went.
Believe me, I'm a man; I ain't easy to tend.
And I'm moving on out, so catch me if you can.
There's no use bothering with the lost and found.
You'd better find a shovel, 'cause I've gone to ground.
Little girl never did pay me no mind.
I guess I'll have to go and leave her behind. So . . .
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by Eric Clapton
Rita Mae, Rita Mae, come and visit me today.
Rita Mae, Rita Mae, come and visit me today.
I'll do anything you want, give you anything you say.
I saw you out walking with your other man today.
I saw you out walking with your other man today.
If I catch you one more time, I'm gonna blow you both away.
Rita Mae, Rita Mae, I'll see you one more time today.
Rita Mae, Rita Mae, I'll see you one more time today.
When I've finished what I've done, gonna come and drive you away.
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